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Quiet: the room could only be described as quiet. The silence was absolute, and nothing stood to break it. There was no movement of any sort, and the furniture of the room was left to sit out the silent purgatory alone.

Well, it would have been alone, had the door not been thrown open to announce the arrival of those who would be relieving the room of its lifelessness for the night. The door was spontaneously and spectacularly wrenched open to clash harshly with the hat-stand that cowered behind it. One of the figures in the doorway jammed their arm against the wall, and allowed it to clumsily flail and fumble about the plaster until it managed to locate a light switch. It hammered the lights on, which flickered lazily into life to illuminate the cramped room, along with the noisy newcomers.

In the doorway stood two figures. One was a red panda, a female. Her features were soft and elegant, though her body, while lithe and slender, carried along with it an air of authority and expertise. This may, however, have been betrayed by the green military flight-suit that she wore. Royal Air Force 'wings' was stitched into the suit above her left breast pocket, which bore in bold letters the word 'Carrick'; her name. Amy Carrick to be specific: a Weapons Systems Officer for the RAF. Her relatively short hair was coloured chestnut brown, as were her eyes, though they were not visible thanks to her eyelids being shut.

Her muzzle was locked fast with the muzzle of the second figure, whose body she had her arms wrapped around. This figure, a male, was a red fox that stood a few inches taller than Carrick. Much to be expected, his body was thicker and bulkier than Amy's, but wasn't so much bigger as to be considered anything too impressive in the field of physical fitness. The fox also wore a flight suit, one much similar to the red panda's, though his breast pocket carried with it the name 'Hawthorne'. Richard Hawthorne, though many who know him have come to abbreviate it to 'Rik'. One eye was open, displaying an emerald green iris to the room as he held Amy close to him and tried to navigate his way over to the bed with her in his arms, muzzles still passionately locked together.

The door was kicked shut behind them, and the pair staggered their way over to the bed; a neatly set out king sized bed placed opposite the doorway, with the other areas of the room centred around it. Sensing that she was in close proximity to the bed, the red panda detached her mouth from his and sat back on the sheets, laying herself down and spreading her body in the picture perfect representation of total submission. The fox smiled and lowered his body on top of hers, bringing their muzzles together to initiate another sloppy kiss as he began to work at the zip of her flight suit.

Amy returned the favour, and soon the two lost themselves in the struggle to relieve the other party of their clothes while still trying to maintain the kiss. They each managed to clumsily unzip the other's flight suit, whereupon they each proceeded to break away from each other and slip out of them. Rik slid the top half of his suit off of his shoulders once he retracted his arms from the sleeves. He next kicked off his boots, shortly before he let the flight suit drop to his ankles, and he stepped out of it.

Amy had done the same from her position laying down on the bed, leaving her spread before the fox clad only in a white tank-top and a set of gym shorts. A wry grin spread across the fox's face when he saw this, and he lowered himself down again to plant another smooch on her lips.

Their hands still worked as this happened: Rik's on his boxer shorts, Amy's on her shorts and panties simultaneously. Given the awkward positioning, it was a bit of a struggle for them, but they eventually managed. Both their undergarments slipped to their ankles, and they each kicked them off in some random direction with wild abandon.

Their muzzles parted from each other, giving each party a chance to look over the other. Amy observed Rik sporting a sizable erection, which pulsed and quivered before him in anticipation. Rik meanwhile simply licked his lips hungrily as he beheld Amy's mound, extraordinarily damp from excitement she had gone through.

There was no foreplay. No, they needed each other way too much to allow something as petty as foreplay to obstruct the glorious next phase that they desired oh so much. Besides, their sexes were already slick from respective fluids that they leaked: yet more evidence of the excitement that they had worked themselves into beforehand.

Amy's legs parted themselves, as if on autopilot, and gave Rik unrestricted access to her eager body. She needed this: they both did.

As Rik edged in between her legs, she grabbed his cock firmly in one hand, guiding it down so that the tip pressed lightly against her slit. Rik took over at this point. His hands found their way to the red panda's hips, and he slowly pushed himself forward. The Amy spent a moment enduring having the fox's penis grind and slip against her body clumsily, shortly before her lips split and greedily swallowed the tip with a lewd, slick noise. Loosing a satisfied huff, Amy grinned wryly at Rik and hooked her legs around his waist, signalling for him to continue.

Rik paused for a moment when the first portion of his flesh had buried itself within the surprisingly snug, silken, heated embrace of Amy's slowly rippling tunnel. He waited just long enough for her passage to yield in tightness and let her become more accustomed to his girth, letting the two of them whine and pant in a needy manner in the process.

When he felt the red panda begin to relax around him, he began a steady rolling thrust forwards, noting as he did the way her tunnel continued to react, as well as the snugness and passage combined with the dampness he had caused earlier. It caused him to shudder visibly for a moment, before he regained enough composure to carry on. He pressed onward, literally, adjusting his angle subtly here or there to allow for some chance for her to become more accustomed to his size, in both length and girth. Before too much longer, and with a satisfied groan, he felt those furred cheeks press flush to his body, her passage wrapped thoroughly around his pride as he kept her pinned there.

He paused again, keeping his hips pressed firmly against Amy's behind and his length buried deep inside her sex. After waiting a moment for them to get comfortable, he began to slowly withdraw himself from her, and drag his length out of her. This elicited a soft moan from the red panda, which abruptly stopped when Rik stopped himself when he only had the tip left inside her. Amy braced herself as the vulpine gave a rough buck of his hips, his length burrowing its way through her passage and sinking in to the hilt for a second time. Both parties gasped at the sudden movement, the stimulation from which prompted Rik to pull his hips back to line up for another go.

Slowly but surely, Rik brought himself into a rhythm as he humped the red panda below him, who squirmed and gasped frequently from the sensation of the mounting pleasure. Each time Rik's hips collided with the luscious furry cheeks of Amy's rear, a muffled slap could be heard, much in conjunction with the quiet slopping noises that their sexes made against each other.

Amy's mouth hung open, letting the red panda pant for air as the pleasure seemed to drain her of her energy. Her breasts, while still contained by her bra, bounced with each thrust that Rik delivered. Her legs mimicked the movement, swaying in the air in time with each lewd slop and muffled slap.

Rik was at this point lost in a heaven on Earth. The sensations that stampeded through him as his hips hammered away at the beauty beneath him were officially the best that he had ever felt. So much so that he almost forgot about his undying attachment to the red panda... almost. In his mind he and Amy were inseparable. No feeling or obstacle would tear them apart. While his mind fawned over the relationship between himself and Amy, his body worked on autopilot. His hands gripped Amy's hips tighter, and his pelvis brought itself against the red panda's posterior harder and faster. Rik and Amy moaned in unison at the change in power and pace; the pleasure seeming to increase along with it. At this point Amy's sex was essentially overflowing with fluids, and was matting the fur of Rik's crotch.

Their bodies frequently twitched and shivered at the sensations that they shared, and the pace of their breathing increased along with it. Every so often Amy would make a soft squeak, or loose a rather loud moan, whenever the fox's cock thrust into her at such an angle as to cause the pleasure to flare up inside her.

Amy's noises served to drive Rik to pump his hips faster, loving each sound that he managed to bring out of the red panda. This of course sent them both barrelling closer towards their orgasm. Their ever increasing proximities to their respective orgasms were promptly highlighted by their bodies. Amy's shook, shivered and moaned a lot more than it had previously, while Rik's responded by upping its output of pre-cum.

Having been grinding on the razor's edge of orgasm for quite some time, Amy couldn't hold it any longer. Her back arched underneath her, and she let out a shrill cry as she rode into climax. Her body wracked with pleasure, and she writhed and shuddered in place as her orgasm set her ablaze. From Rik's view her passage seemed to get noticeably more damp and slippery: a product of the red panda's orgasm. Amy's passage rhythmically pulsed and clamped down on the fox's pride, milking the slick organ for all it was worth. Having been close to the danger zone himself, this new grasp that Amy had on him sent him tumbling right over the edge.

The next two thrusts that Rik delivered drove his length as deep as it could possible go. The third one held itself buried deep inside of Amy, and it was then that Rik unloaded. The fox's eyes screwed themselves shut and he let out an Earth-shaking howl as pleasure surged through his body. His shaft twitched and pulsed violently as he came, releasing thick streams of his seed deep inside of the red panda, who was currently gasping and writhing from the pleasure that her climax brought to her.

Spent, Rik removed his hands from the red panda's hips and placed them on the bed at either side of her body to stabilise himself in his fatigued state. The rest of his orgasm was rode out in this position, and he panted away patiently as his release of cum soon slowed into a few weak spurts, then later into just a trickle, an then into nothing. He lowered his body down on top of Amy's, coming close enough for Amy to lift her head and engage the fox in one more fond-hearted smooch.

The red panda's right hand slowly lifted from its previous position grasping at the sheets beside her, and moved up to lovingly cup the fox's cheek when they eventually pulled away from each other. Her chest still heaved as she made to catch her breath, but in between gasps she managed to speak to him. It was soft, barely audible in fact, but Rik picked it up.

"I love you."

* * *

"That'll be the day." Rik muttered softly to himself. He was sat in a relatively small room, devoid of much colour and emotion, leaving only whitewashed walls behind. The main contents of the room were a collection of chairs neatly arranged to face the front, a projector mounted on a table at the back, a projection screen, and a group of airmen sitting in the seats that had been set out.

There were not many of them; only eight. There had been more of them in earlier, but they had all been sent out. The aircrew had just recently passed phased one of their training. Now the pilots would be paired up with their co-pilots to undergo the next part of training to fly Royal Air Force Tornado jets. The squadron was divided into four flights, each comprised of four planes, which each required two crew members to operate. The previous three flights had been paired up and sent out, leaving the remaining eight aircrew to be put into the final flight of the squadron.

While he waited to be called, Rik had started daydreaming about sex with Amy... again. She sat in the row in front of him, a few seats down, looking as attentive and as radiant as ever. Also among the fox and the red panda was a big wolf of some sort, an otter, a raccoon, a Bengal tiger, a stag and a black panther. Rik didn't pay much attention to the others, and instead continued staring at Amy. He hadn't gone through training with her, but he talked to her quite a bit in the mess hall, and they were good friends. Rik just wanted something more.

From what he understood, Amy was trained to be a co-pilot, a Weapons System Officer. She too was to be placed in the final flight. This meant that there was a one in four chance that Rik would have Amy as a co-pilot! If that happened, then he would be spending much more time with her, which may lead to him being able to foster a more serious relationship between them. Until then, he would have to keep to his steamy daydreams.

"Right you lot, listen up." A voice boomed from behind the solitary door placed in the corner of the room, just in front of the first row of chairs. A few seconds later its owner appeared; a tall, imposing looking leopard in full uniform marched in. His uniform bore Group Captain stripes. The group of airmen stood to attention when he appeared, but he quickly motioned for them to sit down again. He had done this three times already in the last hour. He wanted this over with quickly.

"Right, I've got your pairings 'ere," He wafted a piece of paper over his head. "Try to pay attention, 'cause I won't repeat them."

Rik felt his stomach knot. So desperate was he to get Amy in his plane that he was shaking a little. It took a tremendous amount of self-control to stop. By the time he stopped himself, the captain began to read out the pairings.

"Pilot Officer Scott Lenox," He bellowed. A big wolf whom Rik was secretly afraid of lifted his head. Scott excelled in training, and was a right heartless bastard. No emotion, no friends; just a stone-hearted, well-oiled machine. Rik was both jealous and afraid of him. "...to be paired with Weapons Systems Officer Harley Brennan."

Rik smiled inwardly. Well, that was one down. Now he just needed the others to-

"Sir, if I may object," The wolf began, his voice still void of emotion. "Harley and I do not have the best track record together. We don't get on, and I believe we will hardly be able to function as a team if we were to be given the same aircraft."

Rik glowered at Scott. This wolf just pulled Amy back onto his market. Amy might slip from Rik's fingers! The fox looked over to Harley, the WSO who was meant to be put with Scott. He was a young stag, and was a very nice guy, all things considered. His most entertaining feature was that he looked like a doe, as he had to file down his antlers regularly so that he could still wear a helmet for flying. He looked unimpressed, and glared menacingly at Scott.

"Duly noted." The captain responded, equally as emotionless. He looked down at the paper, glancing over each name again before he looked up at him. "Pilot Officer Scott Lenox to be paired with Weapons Systems Officer Thomas Sevigny."

Yes! That Frenchie got paired off with Scott! It was a good match really. Rik heard that the black panther that sat in front of him was just as heartless as Scott, though Rik just attributed that to him being French.

"Weapons Systems Officer Harley Brennan to be paired with Pilot Officer Jamie Davenport." The leopard continued. Double yes! The otter sitting beside Rik grinned and looked over to Harley, and they both gave each other thumbs up. Another good match: Jamie and Harley were the squadron jokers. The otter and the stag would be two peas in a pod... or plane, as the case may be. He looked up at the leopard again as he read out the final names.

"Weapons Systems Officer Owen Parker..." Go on... "... to be paired with Pilot Officer Amy Carrick."

Wait... Amy's a pilot? But that means-

"Pilot Officer Richard Hawthorne to be paired with Weapons Systems Officer Aleksi Banasik. You are all dismissed. Bring any objections concerning pairings to my office. Paired training begins Monday. You're all dismissed."

The fox felt devastated. He honestly did not know that Amy was a pilot. This unfortunate revelation left him with an empty feeling in his stomach, as well as a sense of stupidity.

The others stood from their seats and moved to meet their partners. Even now Rik watched Amy, though his sense of longing towards her had been replaced with a sense of sorrow of losing her, and an envy of the raccoon who had been paired with her.

While the fox wallowed in self-pity, the tiger sitting in his row scooted over to him. He sat down beside the fox and extended a hand to him.

"Hello, friend!" The tiger chirped, the strong twinge of an Eastern European accent apparent in just those two words. "I was hoping I would get you! You look like good man." A smile grew on the tiger's face as he held out his hand. "Aleksi, at your service!"